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Title:
Oracles of Delphi Keep
Author:
Laurie, Victoria.
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Edition:
First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : Delacorte Press, [2009]

©2009
Physical Description:
552 pages ; 22 cm.
Summary:
In 1938, three orphans--Theo, Carl, and Ian, ages ten to thirteen--lead three teachers through a portal that takes them from Dover, England, to Morocco in their quest to locate six silver boxes before the ancient prophecies therein are found by the evil Demogorgon's offspring.
Language:
English
Reading Level:
960 Lexile.
Program Information:
Accelerated Reader AR MG 6.7 25.0 130489.

Reading Counts RC 6-8 7.5 33 Quiz: 47560.
ISBN:
9780385735728

9780385905619
Format :
Book

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Summary

Summary

Ian Wigby is about to find out that he is a very special boy.

Along the southern coast of England, atop the White Cliffs of Dover, stands a castle. And at that castle's old keep is an orphanage. Delphi Keep has seen many youngsters come and go through its gates, and Ian Wigby and his sister, Theodosia, are happy to call it home. Life has always been simple at the Keep, and the orphanage safe, until one day, Ian and Theo find a silver treasure box. And within the box, a prophesy. Three thousand years ago a great Greek oracle wrote of a quest. A quest on which the fate of the world depends. A quest that names two children--Ian and Theodosia. Suddenly Delphi Keep is no longer safe. And Ian and Theo, along with a very special group of friends, realize they must unravel the meaning behind the scroll of Dover cavern before darkness falls on the world. And before an unfathomable evil catches up with them.


Author Notes

Victoria Laurie lives in Austin, Texas. You can visit her on the Web at www.oraclesofdelphikeep.com .


Reviews 2

Booklist Review

A character's quote is an apt description for this crowded fantasy set in 1930s England: The whole thing's a bit barmy . . . We've got wild beasts and lost tunnels and ancient Phoenician boxes filled with scrolls that aren't written in Greek. Ian Wigby and friends are orphans living in the Earl of Kent's Delphi Keep on the Cliffs of Dover. Young Theo has always had a gift of premonition, but her skills deepen as the story heats up and two of the evil children, accompanied by hellhounds, chase Ian and his gang. Theo sees Hitler's rise looming on the horizon, as well as details of the coming adventure that takes the children to Morocco to seek a missing treasure. The exciting action is dragged down by too much exposition, which Ian overhears while eavesdropping. Fantasy fans who enjoy an endless parade of close escapes will look forward to the sequel, which will hopefully bring a more tightly written story of perilous treasure hunting.--Dobrez, Cindy Copyright 2009 Booklist


School Library Journal Review

Gr 5-8-Set in Dover, England, in 1938, Victoria Laurie's fantasy/adventure (Delacorte, 2008), the first title in a new series, introduces 13-year-old orphan Ian and fellow foundling Theo, who he treats like a younger sister. While exploring limestone caves near their orphanage, the pair finds a treasure box, but are attacked by a fierce wolf-like animal. This encounter precipitates life-threatening incidents that begin when the same creature ravages their home at Delphi Keep. Ian and Theo, who can foretell the future, are joined by Ian's new friend Carl, two new schoolmasters, and a grouchy professor. The sextet unravels prophecies from an ancient oracle, fight fiery and frigid underworld figures, travel to Africa through a magic portal, escape from an angry Moroccan tribe, and find a powerful lost sapphire amid hidden gold. Frequently stalked by several hairy Hell Hounds, they battle their way back to the Keep, but are about to launch into a new oracle-inspired sojourn at the book's conclusion. Susan Duerden narrates adroitly utilizing emotional intensity to heighten dramatic moments and a range of vocal styles to portray the large cast of British and mythical characters. While some British expressions may need explanation, fans of exciting, yet detailed fantasy will enjoy this audiobook. A good choice for a book club comparison with the genre's reigning champ, the Harry Potter series.-Barbara Wysocki, Cora J. Belden Library, Rocky Hill, CT (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

A New Orphan at Delphi Keep Dover, England, September 1930 Ian Wigby sat on his cot, staring at the raging storm just beyond his window. It seemed that Lady Lightning and Master Thunder were having another argument, or so the headmistress Madam Dimbleby liked to say. "That old married couple," she would tell the children, "Lady Lightning and Master Thunder, sometimes have arguments, as married couples often do. Lady Lightning likes to keep her husband, Master Thunder, in line, you see, so she zaps him a good sting every now and again. But the master won't have it, and he roars back at her. Give them a few hours to tire themselves out and they'll soon settle down and let their daughter Mistress Rain have the sky all to herself again." Madam Dimbleby told the story of Lady Lightning and Master Thunder to all the orphans who came to live at Delphi Keep, to help them adjust to the turbulent weather that often visited their little patch of England. And it worked, if the seven sleeping boys behind Ian were any indication. But Ian wasn't fearful of the tempest outside. In fact, he'd never been afraid of any storm. Instead, he was fascinated by the brilliant light and the clapping thunder, and he loved storms at night best of all. Yet this squall brought a foreboding to him that he couldn't quite shake, and for some time he'd been less interested in what was happening in the night sky and more absorbed in watching the ground below. Deep in his five-year-old bones he knew that his life was about to change. Intently, he watched the road leading to the keep, a thin strip of black that he was just able to make out every time Lady Lightning sent a snap to her husband. There had been nothing on the road to call his attention, and yet he couldn't take his eyes off it. The clock at the foot of the stairs chimed. He counted as the old timepiece gonged eleven times. Ian sighed. His eyelids were growing heavy and the storm was dying down. Perhaps he should give up his vigil and crawl under the covers. But just as he was about to turn and pull back the bedclothes, Lady Lightning sent a terrific zap across the sky and something on the road materialized out of the darkness. Ian squinted and rested his forehead on the windowpane. The form that had caught his attention appeared to be large. Ian cupped his hands around his eyes, straining to peer into the darkness. There! Something moved! In fact, it was racing along the road toward the keep! As he watched, he began to put features to the form. It looked like a man on a horse, riding hard through the rain. Ian's mouth fell open. He'd been right! Something exciting was about to happen. He jumped out of bed and trotted on tiptoe to the other end of the long room, past the double rows of sleeping boys. He paused at the door and placed his ear at the crack. Soon he was rewarded with the banging of a fist on the heavy oak door of the keep. For a moment the interior of the old fortress remained quiet, but just as he was about to open his door to get Madam Dimbleby, he heard her shuffling down the hallway with her cousin and companion headmistress, Madam Scargill. "Who could that be at this hour?" he heard Madam Dimbleby ask. "Whoever it is should be taught some manners!" Madam Scargill complained as more pounding echoed from downstairs. Ian opened his door a crack and peered into the hallway, catching a glimpse of the back of Madam Scargill's head as she descended the staircase. He waited a beat, then stepped into the hallway and crept to the railing. There was an old table butted up against the wooden slats with a small hole in the back that would give him both cover and a convenient spy hole. He scooted under the table just in time to see the headmistresses open the door and reveal a stranger. A Excerpted from Oracles of Delphi Keep by Victoria Laurie All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.